January 28, 2009
Into this dawn my daughter flies away
My intellect says “She is coming back!”
Determination builds, day upon day.
Shirley asks, “Are they doing as they say?”
My jaw drops, an educator on track –
Into this dawn, my daughter flies away
Cynical mind litters with coal-grey spray
Did your Pollyanna ever wear black?
Determination builds, day upon day
Inner critic laughs, cackles “this display?!”
“You call this ‘villanelle’ are you on crack?!”
Into this dawn, my daughter flies away
In “Get Smart” Emma is cast as “blonde” Mae
On time for rehearsal, no time for slack
Determination builds, day upon day
Lately Sam shows a complete lack of dismay
Take for myself in a flannel ruck sack
Into this dawn my daughter flies away
Determination builds, day upon day
February 1, 2009
What does this villanelle want me to know?
I drive into the early morning sun
My theme now, radical grace, waves hello – -
Like thick color drips, dense hues of van Gogh
Unscatter goals lying about, undone
What does this villanelle want me to know?
a Kempis, new old friend, words to bestow
VDay rehearsal, truth tales spun
My theme now, radical grace, waves hello – -
The blues descend due to the final show –
In some ways it felt one life had begun
What does this villanelle want me to know?
Step into intention, reap what I sow
Drudgery is play, blockages are fun
My theme now, radical grace, waves hello – -
Feet firm to the earth, arms raised, to go
Ease drops deception this very first one
What does this villanelle want me to know?
My theme now, radical grace, waves hello – -
February 2, 2009
Is it a paradox, empowered grace?
Her head held with poise, infinitely grand –
My heart, deep – dusty, in a crystal case
Struggle with my little girl: save her face
Hit the high note, watch her strike up the band
Is it a paradox, empowered grace?
Her glasses have gone lost without a trace
Truth asks for freedom, ownership of land
My heart, deep – dusty, in a crystal case
Anger rumbles within, wished for embrace
Recall Tienamen square, take his stand
Is it a paradox, empowered grace?
Adding water to the fresh flower vase
Holding petals in the palm of my hand
My heart, deep – dusty, in a crystal case
Rehearsal or “real life” – which wins the race?
I worry my words will come across, bland
Is it a paradox, empowered grace?
My heart, deep – dusty, in a crystal case
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